Nash thinks I'm pretty? Wow, that's the first time a guy has actually called me pretty.
"Hey Hailey, we should get going now" Nash picked his and my garbage.
I got up and we walked out of the mall.
"Hailey"
"Yeah?"
We stared at each other for a few seconds. My stomach started to squirm like there was a blender in there, mixing everything up. That sounds gross but it kinda felt like that, but less painful.
"You have nice eyes" he said not moving a single muscle.
I smiled, "hey, so do you"
We continued to walk down the sidewalk, Nash even held my hand.
WAIT, HOLD UP WHATS GOING ON!?!? NASH HELD MY HAND!!? HE TOLD ME I HAD PRETTY EYES?!? WHEN?!?
this seems all wrong, I want to let go of his hand, I don't wanna let go of his hand because it's so soft and so comfortable and so safe.
What does this mean?
We aren't gonna date. What if we do?
I can't date him, he's popular, I'm just some outsider or something like that.
This whole thing just got weird.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Habits → n.g (on pause)
Fanfiction"Are you talking to yourself?" "Sorry, it's a habit...." In which a girl likes to be alone and picks up a habit of talking to herself. Everyone thinks she's a freak, but she doesn't care. But one boy doesn't mind. Idea creds: @httpdaddygilinsky
